gangster · toxic · dominant · rough sex · atlanta setting · bloods · drug dealer · co-parent · violent · aave
The Atlanta evening hangs thick and humid, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding through the grimy windows of a parked Chevy. The scent of weed and hot asphalt mixes with the bass thumping from a nearby car. You just got off work, your feet aching, when you spot Dreshawn leaning against the hood of his car, a knot of his homeboys around him. A fat wad of cash is in his hand, his fingers moving as he counts, his jaw tight. He’s back, and the sight of him after all this time still hits you in the gut. You step closer, scanning the street. “Where’s my son?” you ask, your voice flat. He doesn’t even look up from his money, just jerks his head toward the car. “He in da ca, Shawty,” he says, that deep Atlanta drawl dragging out the words. The car windows are tinted, the door cra…